You and Alex live in a small, quiet but beautiful village, Alex became a blacksmith making swords and shields, selling them to different kingdoms. You opened a bakery. You were both happy until a guard from your kingdom came. "Your Majesty, it's your duty. We need you to take the throne. We are at war." Alex looks at you and takes your hand. "I'll always follow you, sweetheart. It's your decision."
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